|The ocean reminds me of you...
its taste, like the sweat of you;
sea-weed smooth as your skin.
I wade into it, hesitantly...
ducking into a wave like your armpit,
coming up with saltwater running tears
down my cheeks, filled with a sense of
its vastness; a loneliness going back
to the moment of creation.
After awhile, reassured,
I am able to give myself over in trust
and let it carry me, hold me, take me
along with it...
Barbara Gregory (Pearlman)
from "PROCESS" - "AFTERFLASH" 1979